It was going on nine in the morning when the ringing of the telephone woke Hannah Jacobs. Subconsciencely, she knew that Kenny Adams laid next to her, or rather behind her since her back was to him. But consciencely, she had forgotten all about him, and the four times he had been between her legs since his arrival the night the before. Not wanting to mess with holding the handle, Hannah hit the button putting the caller on speaker phone.

"Hello," her sleepy voice called out. "Oh, good," came her mother's voice, "you're awake." Hannah rolled hers eyes at the thought of having to deal with her mother, Joanna Jacobs, before at least two cups of coffee. "I was just calling to say that you father and I are hoping that you will join us in Aspen for Christmas. We'll have a jet waiting for you. It is Christmas after all." "Mother," Hannah said, hoping that her annoyance with her over protectiveness was heard in her tone, "I've already told you and father that I plan to attend the Winter Bizarre' here in Sulfur Springs." "Yes, well...," her mother's voice said, hinting her own disgust with her only child, "I just thought that you might want to get away from the states for a while, you know, away from..." Her mother's voice dropped off. "Kenny Admas," she finished, almost whispering the name.

At the sound of his name, scenes from the night before flashed through her head: Kenny pushing himself through her door; pressing himself up against her in the kitchen; undressing her; having his way with her four times. Her mother's voice continued to rattle on about Aspen, Christmas, and that horrible, horrible Kenny Adams' as Hannah slowly rolled her eyes.

"You father even hire a private investigators to find out where he is," Joanna's voice boomed from the phone's speaker. "And what did they learn, mother," she asked almost hatefully, thinking that maybe her "flashbacks" had only been a dream. "They say they can't find him. It's as if he's dropped off the face of the Earth." Her mother's voice now expressed great concern as she said, "Oh, Hannah, darling, I just can't help but worry that he'll find you. I just couldn't stand it if he did. The thought of him... touching you... doing all those vile things that he said that he wanted to do to you while he was on the stand in court five years ago. Oh, I pray he never finds you."

A dull ache started between Hannah's legs and radiated it's way through her body as she rolled onto her back. Her womanhood felt as if she had been roughly fucked all night long and desperately need to rest. Once on her back, her eyes widen as she saw Kenny Adams' naked body laying next to her. A grin like that of the proveribal cat after eating the canary spread across his face. Laying on his long right side, he held his left index finger up to his sexy lips in a silent command for her to be quite.

Pulling her closer to him, Hannah watched in stunned silence as he took her breasts into his mouth and large, rough left hand. Her body ached with lust for him. She arched her back as she tried to stifle a moan as her mother continued to talk. "Are you alright, Hannah," Joanna's voice asked from the small speaker. "Yes," Hannah said breathlessly as Kenny brought her close to cumming, just from what he was doing. "You sound... out of breath," her mother said. "I have company mother," she retorted, not realizing that the words had slipped from her lips due to the fact that she could fell herself on the verge of cumming. Understanding her daughter completely, Joanna's voice stammered, "Oh... Well... Humm... Uhh... I'll go now." The sound of a click and then a dial tone can from the phone's speaker. Hannah's hand flopped on top of the phone, finally finding the button to hang the phone up moments before she panted Kenny's name.

Kenny gave a loud booming laugh as Hannah relaxed back onto her bed. "So...," he said, his already inflated ego growing larger by the second, "your parents can't find me and your mother's worried about all those 'vile things' I'll do to you if I find you. Oh, if she only knew that I've already done them over and over to you. Why, she'd have a heart attack?!" His broad grin returned. His voice turning smug as he moved his body on top of hers, pinning her hands to the bed next to her head as he did. "And you, princess... (pausing to kiss her neck softly) didn't say one word about how that horrible, horrible Kenny Adams'... (pausing to push the tip of his hard cock into her swollen and aching womanhood) preformed all those 'vile things' to you... (another push in) all... (a hard and deep push) night... (another hard and deep push) long... (finally, one last push). "Oh God," she moaned as he roughly nipped at her neck while moving in her.

Kenny felt a overwhelming sense of empowerment..., of domainace..., sweep over him as he had his way, once again, with Hannah. Her petite body arched and moved under his larger one as he bent her will to his. Pressing her hands harder into the bed, he pushed further and rougher into her, causing her to gasp and moan with pleasure. It was then, right then, that he realized that she was putty in his hands. She was his, fully and completely. He reveled in the thought of how she had the perfect chance to scream for "help" while her mother was on the phone. To tell her parent's that she knew where "that horrible, horrible Kenny Adams" was and she didn't. She was his. And HIS alone! And he was never letting her go. NEVER!

Hannah, and her sore and swollen womanhood, enjoyed feeling Kenny in her once again. His tone, his actions, radiated dominance. Five years ago, this dominance scared her nearly to death, and now, she loved it. She was his. And only his. She didn't want anyone else between her legs. She didn't ever want him to let her go. "Kenny. Kenny," she moaned and arched her back, causing her breasts to graze across his muscled chest. She wanted him to know just how much she was enjoying, and needed, him inside..., on top of... and near her.

Hannah felt the restraints of Kenny's hands lift from hers. She moaned as his mouth found hers. Eagerly, she parted her lips for his tongue as it slipped into her mouth. Their tongues mated each other as he forcefully moved in her. He felt so good on top of her. Their bodies moving in perfect rythem with each others, pushing her over the edge and into pure ecstasy over and over again. She moaned as he rolled them over, putting her on top of him. His hands grabbed her ass and started her in a slow rythem on him. "Oh yes," she moaned as she pushed her hands onto his chest, using his well built body for support.

"Ride me, princess," Hannah heard his husky voice say. "Fuck me until you can't take any more, princess." Ohhh, the way he taunted her with that name. He mocked not only her father, but her spoiled and pampered raising. She could feel him dominating not only her body, but her mind and soul as well. "Damn this man," she thought as her womanhood easily glided up and down his shaft. He made her feel so small..., so insignificant..., so powerless..., so scared to death just being next to him. He had made her feel that way five years ago with just the idea of what he wanted to do to her. And now..., now he was dominating her fully and she felt that same sense of being afraid of him. But this time, he was showing her just how good it would have felt if she'd only given into him five years ago.

Kenny groaned with pleasure as he felt Hannah's hot, warm pussy move on his thick, hard shaft. With each rise and fall she made on him, she brought him closer and closer to climaxing. Damn did she feel so fucking good on top of him..., under him.., in front of him..., anyway he wanted her. Her perfect body moving in rythem with his as he slowly fucked her back. Not once had she complained about his roughness..., his forcefulness..., his taking what he wanted from her and then her not getting anything back in return. Not once had he held her afterwards. Not once.

Hannah smiled at Kenny as his cobalt blue eyes watched her body as she slowly rode him, pleasuring both of them as she did. His hands lightly roamed up the sides of her body before cupping her breasts into his them, squeezing and rubbing them firmly. His eyes rolled back into his head as she gasped and panted from the feel of his cock between her legs. He knew she was close to cumming. Then, he felt a wave of her juices flow from her and onto him. Four more times he watched her as she came. Four more times he felt what he had been waiting five in prison for. And then, she fell to his chest. Her body and energy spent, she couldn't take anymore.

Once Kenny had Hannah on her left side, her back pressed tightly to his stomach, he raised her right leg and pushed his thick eight inches back up into her. "Damn," he growled, "it doesn't matter how I put you, princess, you're still so fucking tight." He could feel a need to totally dominant her take over him. With the weight of his body, he rolled her onto her stomach, his own knee spreading her legs as he did. "Oh God, Kenny," he heard her gasp as he began to roughly fuck her.

Kenny caught a climpse of his own face in the mirrored headboard. His eyes filled with lust and desire for this woman under him. Smiling at himself in the mirror, he could see her body as well. Her face showing signs of pure ecstasy and he revealed in it. Pushing himself up onto his arms, he started pushing his full weight forward. He lustfully smiled as her hands balled the bed sheets in her fists. He was pushing her over the edge again and he knew it. "Oh. Oh shit. Oh shit, Kenny," he heard her moan. "You like it don't you, princess," he growled, his eyes never leaving the mirror. "Yes," Hannah half screamed half gasped.

Kenny watched himself in the mirror as he increases his rythem and depth in her. Her body, as well as the bed, shook from the intense force he was using to fuck her already sore and swollen pussy. "OH GOD! OH GOD!," she screamed, her voice reverborationg the vibrations of both the shaking of the bed and her body. His face strained as he felt ropes of cum shooting from his cock and into the "princess" under him. "Oh fuck, princess," he growled as he pumped a few more stokes in her, feeling the last of his cum draining from him.

Looking down at her, Kenny watched as Hannah's body shook from an intense orgasm. For the first time since he had had her, he wanted to hold her; keep her close to him and him deep inside her. Laying down onto his elbows, placing most of his weight on them, he softly kissed her neck and nuzzeled her with his nose. "You feel so good, princess," he whispered into her ear. "I look forward to feeling your goodness for the rest of my life, princess. And I can't wait to shock the living hell out of your parents when they find out that their little princess has had Kenny Adams' do all those 'vial things' to her."

Kenny could feel Hannah giggle underneath him. "What's so funny, princess," he asked in an almsot laughing voice. He kissed her neck softly again, letting his lips linger on her soft skin. "They'll both have heart attacks when they learn that I've given in to you," she said laughing. Kenny leaned to one side enough to look her in the eyes. "I'm glad you agree," he said with a sneer on his face. His eyes showing just how much he meant that he'd be keeping her with him. "The other option was going to be Mexico and never seeing them again."

Two weeks later, New Year's Day, Hannah and Kenny entered her parents mansion together, hand in hand. It took them nearly two months to finally except the fact that Hannah and Kenny were together. Over time, they even came to call him son. Kenny did spend the rest of life, doing those "vile things" to William and Joanna Jacobs' little "princess" and she loved every minute of it.

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